This time, the negative fan couldn't resist Ah Chun's order, and couldn't stop and went straight to Chang Wang.

Chang Forget raised his hands and drew an enchantment in front of him, although he was weak, he was still able to resist.

Again and again, fighting again and again, the killing intent was exhausted, and after a few rounds, the two still stubbornly held each other.

One desperately let go.

One wants to stay desperately.

Ah Chun was sweating profusely, wet her forehead, wet her whole face, she knew that the demon consciousness was quickly controlling herself.

So, she regained her strength, ignored the sadness in her eyes, and used the negative fan as flexible as a sword, quickly stabbing as fast as lightning, breaking her wrists, picking off her ankles, and practicing the main meridians everywhere, directly causing him to collapse to the ground and unable to move.

The blood-drenched scene made it impossible to look at it directly, and Han Sheng couldn't stand it.

If it was an ordinary person, if he was picked off and cut off the important meridians of his body, he would have fainted to death in severe pain, and he knew that he was powerless to return to heaven, so he dragged his body for life and life, and transferred all his 30,000 years of cultivation to Ah Chun, turning himself into an ordinary person.

After forgetting the unspeakable pain, it still can't be lower than the torn heart, Ah Chun returned all the demonic qi of the cold night to his body.

Ah Chun's face began to show an abnormal gloom, and the purity of her eyes seemed to be occupied by ashes.

The coolness on the sad face became thicker: "Take the cold night and leave." "Then, go and pull the long forgetfulness that never goes.

The two of them are so complicated, but they seem to have seen through each other's looks.

"Let's go!" Ah Chun lowered her eyelids and threw the bloody fan to him, trying to hide the pain, and after finally sweeping the beautiful face, she turned her head and walked towards the demon barrier.

After a long forget, he choked up and said anything, and in the end, he still shouted in a low voice: "Cold crisp." ”

Ah Chun paused, did not look back, shook his eyelashes and took a deep breath, and said in his heart: My name is the most beautiful to shout.

"Cold!" a heart-rending roar, finally stopping Ah Chun.

She didn't look back, lest she reveal her true feelings, and her voice was soft and ethereal: "Long forget, during the Epiphany Festival, I envy those who write you love letters, I don't have much chance in the future, you can ...... every year on the death day." ”

Long forgot to comprehend, and quickly interrupted: "I can, I write, I will write for you." ”

Ah Chun tilted her head, and her sore eyes made her unable to close her eyes: "Just write casually, you can't see it anyway." ”

Chang Forget stared at her back emotionally and said, his voice low: "No." ”

Ah Chun's nose was uncomfortable, her voice was finally crying, she didn't shed a single tear stubbornly, she endured it and endured it, and finally didn't dare to look back at him again, and said in a dumb voice: "Long forget, you are too cruel to me!"

Chang Forget couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to chase it, but his body was like a corpse, and he couldn't collapse.

The pain between his fist and lips that was instantly torn apart by his heart shook out blood.

A hot wind blew, and under the gaze of everyone, Ah Chun flew away, and a raging fire rose from the soles of his feet.

This is made of cold fire, hellfire, and Buddha lamps in one, with fierce ferocity, with cold and ruthless, and with Buddha-like resolute stubbornness, surging to show its desire to destroy all the blood, surging passion is flickering, beating.

"When did Ah Chun cultivate?"

Hanyin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stood up for a cold night that was half-dead and talked upside down.

Long forgetting, sadness also seems to be expected and a little unexpected.

For a while, he couldn't cry or laugh, and his skin was red from grief, and his muscles were green.

Everyone, only the sorrow of reason remains, pulling and pulling, resisting the wind to the boundary of the Liubo Sea.

Everyone looked down, and a strong fire had the potential to burn the prairies, and it seemed that it was spreading rapidly in the collapsed world, and this endless fire of destroying the world was extremely excited at this time.

Ah Chun went out with two fists, and the fire of destroying the world with a crazy laugh, went to a random place, and swept away a large number of demons.

Sadness stared at the roaring waves overhead, stretched out a whirlpool, and when the cold sound was about to go out, three cold feathers came out of the cold night's body and sent the three of them out together.

Chang Forget still wants to go back, and he wants to die together, and it is rare for him to bother with sadness, and he whispered in his ear: "In the next life, I am really to Ah Chun." ”

Han Sheng's eyes were already red and swollen, and he was already mentally prepared, his eyes were firmly looking at sadness, and he tried to squeeze out a pair of beautiful and charming pear vortices, and ordered in the most ordinary tone: "Sad, if you don't come back, I will change Ah Chun's sister-in-law!"

Slowly, sadly, a cold and expressionless face, smiled, smiled very happily, smiled to a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, diffused to the whole face, stunning face, just after pushing out the long forget, turned into the autumn wind, turned into water droplets, turned into all things and disappeared in the sea of flowing waves, disappeared in the mountains of Qiuru.

It's all men, Hansheng didn't cry like a girl, but sat on the shore, left a few tears, wiped his face, and was silent and dumbfounded.

When the Liubo Sea is passed, in addition to Ah Chun, the half-dead Kui Long, there is also a forgotten person in the entire demon world, which is Hua Tong.

Ah Chun, slowly raised the rune's right finger like a lotus flower, a calm and gorgeous red feather was presented in the palm, with the purest firelight, blooming in the dark, and the whole person was clearly reflected.

The red feathers grew longer and longer, and they turned into a sword that was red all over, slender and sharp, and burning with raging fire.

By the time Ah Chun stood in the center of the demon, his pure eyes had already turned red, and his face was covered with a mixture of viscous and mottled and fresh blood.

The demons are getting closer and closer, standing in the center, deliberately letting them get closer, with great ambitions, and they are ready to kill them all with one blow.

At the same time, the flower tree also condensed its mana to reveal its true body, a plane tree full of plane flowers.

This time, breaking through the ground, at a speed that cannot be seen by the naked eye, the higher it grows, the bigger it grows, the more the flowers bloom more and more, the fragrance is rich, and the aura is full of energy, and it rushes straight to the boundary of the sea of flowing waves, touching the hellfire, as if it has been burned.

Ah Chun looked back and saw that the time had come. Hu rose from the demons, and caught him off guard, standing on the plane tree, silently reciting the spell, bursting out with the momentum of a prairie fire, first a thunderclap, instantly, the fire burned her from the inside out, burning to the extreme, the expression was extremely painful, clenched fists, teeth tightened, to see who was more ruthless than the other quickly exploded, turned into an overwhelming rain of fire, like a demon, like this world that was originally a four-season tree, from the bottom up, immortal and indestructible, indestructible and indestructible burning. The demon's roar was like the roar of ten thousand ancient beasts, tragically sharp and shocking.

The sycamore tree, carrying into powder, hides on the sycamore flowers, and it is impossible to distinguish which one is the ulva and which is part of it.

Flowing overseas, the mountains just shook and exploded, roaring sadly, and everyone choked silently.

The long song guarded the cold life and cold sound that were unable to stand up, as if they had been stripped of their skin.

Qing Zheng wrapped an unconscious baby in his robe, and the purple demon beads in his hand were much darker.

Hua Qimu was still sitting on the boulder, silently but unable to hide the shaking frowns and looked at the sea of flowing waves, as if he wanted to see through.

And Chang Wang's face was as pale as this gloomy sky, and it was long gone, as in the old days, the clouds were light and light. Only the pain is not desired, it is really painful, the pain that permeates the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the internal organs are not desired.

Once said: Do you like me?

The parting sentence: You are so cruel to me.

In the end, he didn't look at him ruthlessly, and it became a nightmare for the rest of his life.

Tearing Ling Chi again and again, making it very difficult for him to take every breath, and it spread to his entire soul, digging out his heart and lungs, and smashing his own flesh and marrow.

A big man, in his life, his heart is so hard, for the first time he cries in front of people without scruples, crying silently, crying to the extreme, crying hesitantly, his eyes that are usually very penetrating are gently closed, and he never wants to open them again, and the transparent tear stains slide down the delicate face, meandering down, and are turned into smoke clouds by the hot heat around him, which is extremely sad.

Hulala A group of people surrounded him, Bai Yusha was so frightened that he hurriedly poured medicine into Chang Wang's mouth, but his hands were really shaking so much that he was trembling and missing most of them.

The long rumor wiped his tears and said in a dumb voice: "Brother, does it hurt." ”

Among all the people, Duhua Qimu calmly dealt with it, stayed out of the matter, and walked with inconsequential steps and said to Chang Wang: "The matter is not over, what are you restless? Go back to recuperate, practice again, and wait patiently!"

Wait!

Wait again!

He has nothing to do but wait for more than 20,000 years!

The corners of his mouth suddenly smiled, the smile did not hurt Hongchen, the smile did not frighten the storm, under the eyes of the group, he didn't know what his real expression was in the end.

"Long forget!" "Flower perch tree became slightly serious.

Chang Forget raised his head, and looked at the sea of flowing waves without any temperature in his eyes, the blood-drenched robes, and the aura of death wrapped the whole person as if he had crawled out of a lonely grave in the wilderness.

Until, the sea of flowing waves rose into the air like a tsunami, the waves rolled, flashing an unpleasant smell and eye-catching blood red, a plane tree tenaciously tried to stick out its head, and then grew higher and higher, the scorched black plane flowers, pink one after another, scrambling to breathe fresh air, blooming with water droplets again, the beauty made everyone breathe tightly, all full of anticipation, and coincidentally stood up.

The plane tree was so tall that it began to spread in all directions, standing tenaciously above the sea of flowing waves, and soon it was so big that it could hold the sea of flowing waves below, like a thick pink cloud.

At the same time, a dark black light mingled in the most unobtrusive way, above the plane tree.

The remnant soul wandering spirit of the reincarnation of the Liubo Sea was originally due to the abnormal changes of the Liubo Sea, the dragon disappeared, and the guard disciples were busy dizzy, and there was a tendency to escape, not all souls wanted to flow into cause and effect, destruction and reincarnation. They also have the same thing about being depressed.

Unexpectedly, when the shadow of this sycamore tree overbearing covered the entire Liubo Sea, inexplicably, all the fleeing souls were restrained by something and ran back obediently. Consciously jumping into the sea of flowing waves, it is clear that there is no dragon, but the fire is continuing, but it is burning.

This fire is not a hellfire, but every time a lonely soul walks into the sea of flowing waves, the sycamore will fall a really bright and bright sycamore flower, with a pure red flowing fire, floating on the body of the wandering soul, burning when touched, not even hearing a sharp scream, not even pain, instantly scattered as fly ash, all the past, love and hatred, grief and self-pity, all with the sea drifting away.